" it's fine. " reply is brisk. tone cold. a poor attempt at detachment, really because utahime cares. she feels deeply and it is a trait that has branded her a hysteric and prone to weakness. while some of her peers are kind enough to sugar coat the sentiment or avoid it all together, there are some who perhaps believe in a certain tough love. either way, to react in the way she would like to to have her tone warble and lip wobble, would only emphasize this unfortunate truth.
the walk to campus walls is a limping one. further attracting eyes and hushed whispers from peers. underclassmen and staff witnessing another IORI INCIDENT. the slash against her back throbs furiously, blood soaking through uniform fabric and leaving a trail of footprints in her wake.
his hunkering presence feels like concern. that is another wound to the ego she tries so desperately to maintain. inside, she slumps forward. forehead pressing against paneled walling as her hair descends like a curtain around pink flushed cherub cheeks. " i'm fine. "
@yuorhonor there was blood everywhere, lots of it..
